In the fractures of the persona..
there it claws its way out
From the deepest of her universe
Exposed naked into the light.
She looked at it eye to eye, uncomfortably,
She sat with the feeling until it wasn’t,
and realized it wasn’t that scary,
Neither was it monstrous.
It was just wounded — hurt.
It didn’t need any more condemnation just for being.
It needed presence,
needed her to sit with it
in silence, in the present.
It needed nothing more than be seen — be known..
so it can rest from all that hurts.
Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 12:40 PM UTC
In the fractures of the persona..
there it claws its way out
From the deepest of her universe
Exposed naked into the light.
She looked at it eye to eye, uncomfortably,
She sat with the feeling until it wasn’t,
and realized it wasn’t that scary,
Neither was it monstrous.
It was just wounded — hurt.
It didn’t need any more condemnation just for being.
It needed presence,
needed her to sit with it
in silence, in the present.
It needed nothing more than be seen — be known..
so it can rest from all that hurts.
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